The Beast's Virgin Claim

"You despise me because I allowed Moira to seek comfort from me? Because I let her kiss me? It means nothing and you know this. The reason I stand before you now is because of that broken female out there because she saved my life after my parents died. I am indebted to her and Ondra. That male died in war protecting me. It is the least I can offer both of them as their Alpha. Moira does this only when she is tipsy she barely remembers after and this has happened only a few times. I am not claiming that I bear no sin but she is under my care and I owe her that much as all she longs for is her mate and I at certain times look like him to her when she is drunk. I offer her solace in her time of need just like she was once there for me and otherwise maintain a strict friendship with her. But you, you kissed another male to enrage me filled with ill intentions not as good as mine. I have never let her kiss me the way you let that male ram his tongue into your mouth. I have never let her touch me the way you let Karel grope you with his foul hands and grind his revolting cock against you. So do not play the victim here, Theia. If there must be hate between us then it must be me who must despise you. Do not dare to leave this tent, I am not done with you yet. And after I return we will go pay a small visit to your beloved darling Karel, he will be delighted to see you."

When he finally leaves the tent I let out a loud gut-wrenching sob. He is unsympathetic too cruel for me to bear and I have made up my mind. You can despise me Phobos but I will make it easier for you, I will leave. I will sever whatever remains is left of us.

Slowly getting up wincing at the soreness of my cunt I watch as his semen leaks down my inner thighs whilst I wrap the duvet around my bruised flesh that is littered with red bleeding bites. He did not go gentle this time I had started a fire that I could not appease within him.

With sluggish steps holding onto the tree barks along the way I walk within the shadows of the trees towards the home I share with Phobos. Once I reach inside I pick up the phone and contact Cronus whose rich voice travels through in a matter of seconds. "I am here at your gates, little wolf. I apologize for the delay there was a small problem with Deimos's jet." He laughs.

I close my eyes enjoying the softness of his voice that consoles me, I let out another cry unable to hold it in anymore. Silence follows my sounds of weeping my brother hearing my agony. "Tell me what you want and I will do as you say."

"I-I want to go home, take me away from here Cronus." I weep and there is a sharp intake of his breath that strikes through the stillness.

"Pack your things. Take only what you need leave the rest. I will be waiting for you outside the open gates no warriors are guarding them at this moment which is good. I need you to hurry do you understand?" This is Cronus, no questions asked only solutions given.

"Yes," I whisper wiping away my tears.

I immediately rush into our bedroom and grab an empty cardboard box thrusting in whatever holds memories of this place for me. I do not know if I might return later on but as of now, I do not want to see or be near Phobos. Opening my wardrobe I put on a loose sleeveless nightgown and tie my hair in a bun. I do not have much time if I linger around here longer than needed Phobos will come for me and I will not be able to escape him. I am thankful my brother is here, right when I need him.

Before I could take a step outside the cabin into the cold breeze something within me draws me back begging me not to leave. Each corner of this room holds beautiful memories that I cannot forget, I hear our mingled laughter as we sat huddled together beneath a quilt upon the couch and I hear his reassuring words and comforting arms when I grew upset with my barrenness. It almost makes me want to stay and work this out between us. But right now I wish to leave more I need space from him.

Without turning back I shut the door behind me and run as fast as my feet take me towards the gates. The beats of my heart scurry into a frantic pace and only calm when I see the familiar stature of my brother in the shadows. "Theia!" He calls out as I rush into his arms dropping the box onto the soil sobbing shrilly clutching onto his chest for dear life. "I have got you, I am here little wolf. Let me take a look at you."

When his eyes scan down my body and they linger on my throat my shoulders and my arms, his eyes enlarge and they fill with an undefinable rage. "What the fuck is this? What the fuck did he do to you?"

Before I could answer him blaring sounds made from blowing into conch shells are released for all to detect and from then utter chaos is released to devour the night making the both of us stiffen. "Shit! We have to go now, get in the truck. I am sure that was meant for you. Your male is fucking fast I must admit."

When I get into the passenger seat and Cronus starts the engine Phobos's warriors sprint forward towards the gates roaring with aggression their teeth are on display but my brother handles the wheel well and backs out the entrance until we are on the unsteady road. Pushing his foot on the accelerator he drives forward at full speed taking us to where Deimos's jet has been parked.

The phone in my hand rings and I startle staring at the screen. "You brought that with you? Theia for goodness sake give me that." He snatches the phone from me and tosses it out the open window.

"No!" I scream my body lurching forward in an effort to capture it tears brimming in my eyes. "H-He gave me that." I set my shaky palms over my eyes as I remember the very first time he had given me that phone and told me to keep it a secret. I had treasured it for so long it was his first gift to me.

"I am pretty sure that it was the bastard calling. He could track you with that you know how he is, he has good connections. Theia." He sighs setting his palm over my quaking shoulder unable to handle my crying.

"My heart...it aches, Cronus."

"I know, little wolf. But I also want you to know that this means war."

"What?" I ask him with bleary eyes.

"He is going to hunt down and set fire to every pack until he finds you. He will bring hell to earth."

Right after he said those very words with an ominous look in his eyes that even frightened me, a vociferous ear-splitting howl resonated all around us in waves that sent a flash of lightning in the sky followed by the rumble of thunder that birthed a fierce storm.. It was Phobos's wail of misery, a howl of loss.